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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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The Fleeting Prize

A tempting path, a gilded door,
A chance to shine, perhaps to soar.
But deep within, a voice did speak,
A different course, a choice to seek.

The strength to stand, the will to say,
"This glitters bright, but leads astray."
For what we crave and what we need,
Can sometimes plant a different seed.

The courage held, the "no" declared,
A weight released, a burden spared.
For open fields and skies unknown,
Hold futures yet to be our own.

So let them chase the fleeting prize,
While you, with wisdom in your eyes,
Embrace the wait, the patient quest,
For chances true will stand the test.

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